It seems that no matter what I do none of my posts can be accessed byanyone other than yours truly. What I am doing wrong or failing to do is a total mystery and looks like staying that way. Only one of the people who have offered me help has a blogspot and is therefore the only one likely to have a clue about my problem. Unfortunately, he is also the least likely to ever supply the offered help, quick to promise slow to deliver!
Sadly for me at least, since no-one else is ever going to set eyes on my illiterate outpourings, this would appear to be the end of the line.
Alas the world has been deprived of a latter-day Shakespeare.
Heartbroken Hannah!
Sunday, 22 August 2010
Thursday, 12 August 2010
Ringing the changes
A year yesterday since my husband died. Seems centuries ago, so much has changed
in my life.
For the past 12 months I have continued to wear my wedding ring. Don't really know
why, perhaps habit, perhaps as a sort of amulet. Whatever the real reason have now decided
to remove it for good.
This time I do know why. For me the wedding ring is a badge of office, a statement of
status to the rest of the world. It says 'I'm married'. As this is no longer true it is time to go-
it-alone.
Does this sound like bravado: is it whistling in the dark: who knows?
One of my friends is slightly shocked by the decision, perhaps she's right. It will be
interesting to see if anyone notices. As for me, I feel somewhat naked.
Not my usual light-hearted style but then, not really a light-hearted subject.
More anon.
in my life.
For the past 12 months I have continued to wear my wedding ring. Don't really know
why, perhaps habit, perhaps as a sort of amulet. Whatever the real reason have now decided
to remove it for good.
This time I do know why. For me the wedding ring is a badge of office, a statement of
status to the rest of the world. It says 'I'm married'. As this is no longer true it is time to go-
it-alone.
Does this sound like bravado: is it whistling in the dark: who knows?
One of my friends is slightly shocked by the decision, perhaps she's right. It will be
interesting to see if anyone notices. As for me, I feel somewhat naked.
Not my usual light-hearted style but then, not really a light-hearted subject.
More anon.
Sunday, 8 August 2010
Pavlovian Resonses
An experience this morning left me initially angry, then disappointed, hurt and somewhat
surprised at my reactions. Without going into any detail let me first say that anyone who
knows me at all well would readily confirm that what is on the lid is not necessarily what is
in the box.
We all have a public face and with just a very few that is all there is, but most of us I contend
wear masks quite a lot of the time.
Whether this is a good thing is another matter. Clearly we cannot always say just what we'd
like to say and often for very good reasons we choose to modify our reactions to situations
and people who affect us emotionally. The conventions of a so-called civilised society demands
certain responses from us and rather than start World-War 3 we fall into line.
As you can see I am still wrestling with my technical inadequacies too!
What I think I am trying to say is that sometimes something other than the usual
response is necessary both for our own well-being and that of our peers.
surprised at my reactions. Without going into any detail let me first say that anyone who
knows me at all well would readily confirm that what is on the lid is not necessarily what is
in the box.
We all have a public face and with just a very few that is all there is, but most of us I contend
wear masks quite a lot of the time.
Whether this is a good thing is another matter. Clearly we cannot always say just what we'd
like to say and often for very good reasons we choose to modify our reactions to situations
and people who affect us emotionally. The conventions of a so-called civilised society demands
certain responses from us and rather than start World-War 3 we fall into line.
As you can see I am still wrestling with my technical inadequacies too!
What I think I am trying to say is that sometimes something other than the usual
response is necessary both for our own well-being and that of our peers.
Having let down my guard and briefly removed the customary face mask I now
feel embarassed at having made a mountain out of a molehill. Odd creatures
aren't we?
Oh well, back into my shell till the next person ruffles my feathers - how's that
for a mixed metaphor?
Saturday, 7 August 2010
The power of the inanimate over the inadequate
In many ways there is a horrible fascination in banging your head repeatedly against the brick
wall created by total incompetance and fear of all things technical.
There is the lure of the unknown which encourages the foolhardy to imagine they have the key
to an unfamiliar technique, quickly followed by humiliation, rage, sometimes a hissy-fit but
ultimately total frustration.
Why are some people able to leap ahead of others with the agility of a mountain goat while others never quite get the hang of it?
Sadly I am one of the latter and my new love affair with the computer is rapidly losing its
attraction. I shall get me to a nunnery, assuming there's one that will take me, there to
intercede with the god of inanimate objects on behalf of the victims of Machiavellian
machines.
This may well be my last excusion into the world of blog.
wall created by total incompetance and fear of all things technical.
There is the lure of the unknown which encourages the foolhardy to imagine they have the key
to an unfamiliar technique, quickly followed by humiliation, rage, sometimes a hissy-fit but
ultimately total frustration.
Why are some people able to leap ahead of others with the agility of a mountain goat while others never quite get the hang of it?
Sadly I am one of the latter and my new love affair with the computer is rapidly losing its
attraction. I shall get me to a nunnery, assuming there's one that will take me, there to
intercede with the god of inanimate objects on behalf of the victims of Machiavellian
machines.
This may well be my last excusion into the world of blog.
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